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frasier season eight part six small black beetles: the overkill
FRASIER: But you were supposed to set us up. We had a
deal!
LANA: I'm phasing you in slowly. Look, she just broke up
with Neil because he was rushing things. Trust me, if
you don't time this right you're going to blow it.
FRASIER: All right, there's no need to explain it to me. If
anyone understands the value of restraint and taking
things slowly, it's yours truly.
LANA: Frasier, as I recall, on our first date, you got me up to
your apartment on false pretenses, you plied me with
wine, you got me into bed and then tried to weasel out
of ever seeing me again.
FRASIER: I think "plied" is a bit strong!
Cafe Nervosa.
ROZ: I have a work-related proposal I want to run by you.
FRASIER: Well, Roz, I'm always open to new ideas. Creative
thoughts, outside the box thinking, that sort of thing.
ROZ: I want Friday the fifteenth off. But be aware, if you
say "No", you'll be crushing a dream I've had since
college.
FRASIER: A three day weekend, that's quite a dream.
ROZ: My dream is to have front row seats at Bruce
Springsteen. That way, when he starts doing "Dancing in
the Dark", there's a chance he'll pull me up on stage
with him.
FRASIER: I see. And this concert is on a Friday afternoon?
ROZ: No, grandpa. The tickets go on sale Saturday and I
want to be the first in line.
FRASIER: Oh, well, if you hadn't called me "grandpa", I
would have found a polite way to say no, but as it is,
no.
ROZ: I can't believe I could have just called in sick
instead of telling you the truth. I just wasted perfectly
good honesty on you!
DAPHNE: Coffee, Niles?
NILES: Yes, please. I'll have the French roast, with three
shots of espresso.
DAPHNE: The Defibrilator?
NILES: Yeah, that's the one.
FRASIER: A quick little pick-me-up, Niles?
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